Jiang Wei smiled pure and beautiful, her face illuminated by moonlight, tender and delicate, breathtakingly lovely. Her voice was soft and gentle: “I quite enjoy playing. Why don’t we play together?”
The man stepped backward, panicked, and with a “thud,” he tripped and fell.
He began to stammer: “You—you stay away from me…”
Jiang Wei held the electric saw, approaching him with a soft laugh, phone in hand, camera aimed at the man: “Name, occupation, swear you’ll never abuse cats again.”
Sweat dripped down the man’s face: “I don’t—”
The electric saw in Jiang Wei’s hand buzzed “zzz zzz” as it drew closer, splitting his hair in half, strands flying wildly, glinting under the moonlight.
Jiang Wei’s smile only grew more innocent, which made her appear even more terrifying in the man’s eyes.
Her voice was sweet and soft: “Say it~”
The man’s hands trembled, his breathing ragged with fear, his eyes shaking with unease. He stuttered: “My name is Shi Yuan, unemployed. I swear I’ll never abuse cats again. If I ever abuse cats again, I’ll strangle myself with wire and starve to death.”
Jiang Wei said softly: “Repeat after me—however a cat dies, that’s how you’ll die.”
The man’s voice quivered: “However a cat dies, that’s how I’ll die.”
Jiang Wei recorded the video, the corner of her mouth lifting slightly, then her voice suddenly turned cold and sharp: “Get lost!”
“People like you only ever pick on the weak. The moment someone’s even slightly stronger than you, you piss yourself in fear. Pathetic.”
In the grass, the man’s pants were soaked with urine, a pungent stench rising.
With wet pants, he scrambled away in utter humiliation.
Jiang Wei let out a breath and turned off the electric saw.
The menacing “zzz zzz” sound vanished instantly, leaving only the rustling of trees swaying. Suddenly, all was silent and peaceful.
She turned to look at the bushes—the kitten had disappeared.
She murmured softly: “Kitty, don’t be too friendly with people. Some are good, some are bad. What if you meet a bad one…”
Animal abuse couldn’t be prosecuted criminally unless these people filmed abuse videos and uploaded them online, which could lead to detention for endangering public order.
She exhaled, her expression sorrowful. She set down the electric saw, crouched on the grass, hugged herself, and buried her head in her knees.
A low whimpering sound emerged.
Carried by the wind, it mingled with the rustling of trees—wet and dripping, like a light rain.
Qin Xiaoye sat in the car, silently watching her, his gaze never leaving. His eyes were very dark, very black.
One wept softly.
One watched in silence.
Jiang Wei cried for over ten minutes; Qin Xiaoye watched for over ten minutes.
After a long while, Jiang Wei finally stood up, her tear stains wiped dry.
She picked up the electric saw from the ground, “rustle” “rustle,” walking through grass and shrubs, her expression calm.
She casually carried the electric saw in her hand, her pure and lovely face especially striking in the night.
Moonlight poured down its clear radiance, light and shadow intertwining on her, making her look dazzling and alluring—valiant yet fresh and serene.
Qin Xiaoye’s eyes darkened.
Xiang Dong asked in a low voice: “President Qin, shall we keep following?”
Today, Zhang Ma had mentioned to Xiang Dong that Madam was busy with work and wouldn’t be back tonight. She worried Madam wouldn’t eat properly, and worried Madam would be unsafe coming home late at night.
Xiang Dong casually mentioned it to Qin Xiaoye, who was in the middle of an international video conference and gave him a cold glance.
Xiang Dong felt a chill all over—he shouldn’t have brought it up. When had President Qin ever cared about anything besides work?
But after the international video conference ended, Qin Xiaoye said “meeting adjourned” in Italian, hung up, and told Xiang Dong to drive over and take a look.
Take a look at what? Whether Madam had eaten or not?
Xiang Dong didn’t understand. President Qin was not someone who would set aside work for other matters.
Unexpectedly, he saw the madam holding an electric saw, her appearance incomparably fair and lovely, frightening the man who abused cats.
It was strangely thrilling.
Also a bit chilling.
He couldn’t figure out what President Qin meant.
Qin Xiaoye’s gaze rested on Jiang Wei’s retreating figure, slender and graceful, then shifted to the electric saw in her hand. His voice was unhurried: “Let’s go.”
Xiang Dong was startled. Go?
He drove, stepping on the gas, and asked: “Home?”
Qin Xiaoye said steadily: “Back to the company.”
Xiang Dong: “Oh.”
The car started and moved forward, dark green trees sweeping past the window.
Qin Xiaoye spoke again, slowly: “Go back. The hospital entrance.”
Xiang Dong had never seen Qin Xiaoye give an order and then immediately change it.
Qin Xiaoye had said that changing orders morning and night, being indecisive, was not the conduct of a person in power.
Xiang Dong immediately turned, making a U-turn at the intersection ahead, swinging half a circle, and stopped at Weiguang Pet Hospital.
President Qin… been possessed?
Jiang Wei put the electric saw away, handed over work to the doctor on night duty, had security lock the door, and walked out of the hospital.
Midnight, slightly cool, tinged with moisture.
She saw a Maybach parked quietly at the entrance.
The rear window slowly rolled down, revealing Qin Xiaoye’s noble and elegant profile, handsome, with deep-set features, perfectly sculpted as if carved.
Jiang Wei blinked, a flicker of confusion in her eyes. Qin Xiaoye? Why was he here?
Xiang Dong attentively opened the car door for Jiang Wei: “Madam.”
Qin Xiaoye shifted inward, turned his head to look at Jiang Wei, and said nothing.
The streetlight shone on his face, dim yellow, half bright and half dark, his eyes pitch-black and deep.
Jiang Wei wore a white T-shirt and jeans, her black hair straight and loose, glowing with a soft luster under the faint streetlight, looking obedient and soft.
Xiang Dong found it hard to imagine such a girl holding a whirring electric saw about to saw someone, but thinking of the earlier scene, it was inexplicably harmonious—very strange, very cool.
Jiang Wei was gentle and polite, lowering her head as she got into the car, and said softly: “Mr. Qin, why did you come?”
In the car, Qin Xiaoye’s scent was overwhelming, making Jiang Wei feel a bit weak. She still hadn’t gotten used to sleeping in his bed all this time.
Qin Xiaoye said slowly, his voice steady: “On the way.”
Xiang Dong in the front paused, stepping on the gas. Mm, one east side and one north side—really on the way.
The car drove on.
Jiang Wei didn’t doubt him. She didn’t think Qin Xiaoye would come specifically to pick her up from work. “Thank you.”
Qin Xiaoye nodded slightly, his gaze falling on her pink, moist lips, then looked away.
The car window was open, a cool breeze brushing through.
Neither of them spoke. A faint ambiguity floated in the car, like flower fragrance, like fruit fragrance.
Mixed with the cedar scent on Qin Xiaoye, slowly and silently intertwining in the car.
Quiet, viscous.
Jiang Wei couldn’t help but think of Qin Xiaoye’s embrace—that intensely invasive, bone-crushing hug, squeezing and kneading her, seeping into her marrow.
She felt uneasy. Today… did Qin Xiaoye want Soothing? Was she going back to stay tonight? Would the two of them share a bed?
Jiang Wei turned to look at Qin Xiaoye’s profile. His face was very handsome, his features deep and profound, undulating like mountain ridges, his Adam’s apple prominent.
The midnight neon outside the car window swept across his face, making it sometimes brilliantly radiant, sometimes hidden in darkness, sometimes elegant and noble, sometimes wild and unrestrained.
Qin Xiaoye seemed to sense something. He turned his head, and his gaze met Jiang Wei’s directly.
Jiang Wei was startled. Looking at that gaze crashing straight into hers, her heart gave a thump.
The two of them looked at each other in the cramped space of the car.
The moonlight gently gathered, enclosing the two of them together.
Qin Xiaoye tilted his head slightly.
Jiang Wei, caught in the act, felt a bit embarrassed and licked her lips, making her rosy lips appear even fuller.
Qin Xiaoye silently glanced at her lips, then shifted his gaze out the window.
Jiang Wei could feel that the person beside her was like a slowly burning fire—neither arrogant nor impatient, not scorching, releasing just the right amount of warmth, yet that innate sense of pressure was impossible to ignore.
It was close to midnight, and there were few cars on the road. Outside the window, fleeting lights and shadows retreated in streamlined streaks, and they soon arrived at the villa.
Xiang Dong opened the car door.
Jiang Wei stepped out.
She looked at Qin Xiaoye in the back seat, who had no intention of getting out.
Qin Xiaoye looked at her, his tone very faint: “Need to go back to the company.”
Jiang Wei let out an “oh” of understanding, her smile radiant: “Mr. Qin… I wish you smooth work.”
Qin Xiaoye’s gaze rested on her blooming smile for a few seconds—her fair, translucent skin set against the night and moonlight, which cast a thin layer over her, as if wrapping her in a soft glow.
Time seemed to stretch.
Qin Xiaoye gave a slight nod: “Mm.”
He hesitated for a second: “Good night.”
Jiang Wei smiled softly and clearly: “Good night.”
The car door closed, and the car drove off.
Jiang Wei watched the rear of the car, puzzled—Qin Xiaoye had specifically driven her home?
Qin Xiaoye rolled up the car window.
The car swayed, carrying a fruity fragrance that swirled around the tip of Qin Xiaoye’s nose, like a soothing piece of music.
Qin Xiaoye pinched the space between his brows, his voice cold and deep: “How many international conference calls are there later?”
Xiang Dong replied: “Three.”
“And a few proposals you need to review.”
Originally there were only two meetings, but Qin Xiaoye had suddenly made an impromptu “stroll,” postponing one meeting.
Xiang Dong hadn’t expected that his stroll was to take a walk by the madam’s hospital entrance and “conveniently” pick her up on the way home.
Qin Xiaoye had an S-Class Sentinel constitution, with physical abilities surpassing normal people. He also needed less sleep than others, was super efficient, and had strong explosive power, able to quickly solve problems in a short time.
Decisive, ruthless, with hard methods.
Before his opponents could react, he had already made the first move to seize the market.
Anger and frustration were the norm for his opponents.
They simply couldn’t keep up with his reactions and efficiency.
He was precise and fast, attacking his opponents’ weak points, always able to achieve maximum results with minimum effort.
The price was that Qin Xiaoye worked overtime every day, with a packed schedule.
Qin Xiaoye asked lightly: “She doesn’t have a car?”
Xiang Dong immediately knew who he was asking about: “I heard Jiang Wan made a fuss. Jiang Wei’s car is being driven by Jiang Wan.”
Qin Xiaoye narrowed his eyes: “What car did she drive before?”
Xiang Dong, such an all-capable assistant, actually stuttered—what a tricky question.
Qin Xiaoye’s voice was calm and steady: “List a few cars, better than her previous one. Let her choose one.”
Xiang Dong hurriedly said: “Yes.”